Porter waited until she was dancing downthe stairs before he smiled. “Your sister is a handful.”
Nodding, I stepped closer and he took thenot-so-subtle hint to wrap his arms around me. “I agree. Was it bad that Iwasn’t sure what to say?”
The kiss on my head said no even before heanswered my question. “No, this is still new and even though it feels seriousto me, you haven’t had much time to work through everything.”
“I just…I liked having you to myself. Sheknows about the whole club thing, so it wasn’t like I was hiding you.” Sharinghim made it feel different somehow.
He chuckled. “I will still be all yourseven if she gets nosy.”
She’d get nosy, alright.
“Just tell her that I made rules about howmuch you can share.” Porter ran his hand over my back, kissing my head again.“Stop whenever she makes you uncomfortable, and that’s where you tell her Idraw the line. If she understands BDSM and my role in your life, she’ll getit.”
“I like that idea.” Straightening, I kissedhim and stepped back. “But she’s not the only member of my family askingquestions.”
Porter followed me into the small studioapartment that was probably about the size of his living room. As I grabbed myphone and wallet from the small kitchen table, I explained. “My mother calledearlier and wanted to know if I’d come over and paint her kitchen this weekend.She was a bit confused when I told her I had plans.”
His head cocked. “Why?”
I shrugged sheepishly. “Because I’ve nevertold her I had something else going on unless it was work. Even with my ex, I’dhave canceled our plans to do the kitchen.”
“Ah.” Porter leaned against the doorframe.“Do you want to do the kitchen? That’s not a problem.”
I shook my head. “No, it doesn’t needpainting. I did that last year. She just wants a new color and I always do thatkind of stuff.”
And Porter was more important than hersudden passion for gray walls.
“So more of a boundaries thing?” When Inodded, he smiled. “Alright then, we’ll keep our plans, and you can decide whatto tell her when you’re ready.”
Shoving my phone and wallet in my pockets,I shrugged. “She won’t care about the fact that I’m dating a guy really, butwe’ve never talked about that kind of stuff at all. She keeps pushing me totalk with my ex more, so that’s going to be the biggest issue…that and our agedifference.”
“Really?” His lips quirked in a faint grin.“Should I expect drama the first time we meet?”
I shook my head. “No, but she’s going to bereally confused. Then she’ll love you.”
’Cause she’d be able to see how importanthe was to me.
“But we’re not talking about the BDSM thingwith my mother. That’s just a no.” My reaction had Porter chuckling.
“I can understand that.” As I walked up tohim again, he gave me another kiss. “No BDSM talk. Just make sure your sisterunderstands that part too.”
“God.” I rolled my eyes and tried to getthat visual out of my head. “That would be…ugh, my mother still hates mytattoos.”
Porter laughed and reached between us topull on one nipple. “What does she think about your nipple piercings?”
“Um, I might not have shown her?” He wastrying not to laugh, so I shrugged. “I’ve been careful about what I wear overthere because she really doesn’t understand anything outside the box.”
Shaking his head, Porter grinned. “Braveenough to go after what he wants and still scared of his mother.”
I snorted. “Because I’m smart.”
Laughing, Porter nodded. “Come on, beforeyour sister runs out of patience and decides to come back and ask morequestions. Dinner and then homework for you.”
Curling back into his arms, I nodded.“Thank you for coming over.”
I’d wanted to go to his house, but drivingback and forth when I had work in the morning and a paper to finish hadn’t beena good idea.
“Thank you for inviting me.” Porter ran hishand over my head, smiling. “I will be very well-behaved until after you finishyour work.”
